Dear Just Katniss,
Okay, it's being 3 weeks, and I have tried keeping in my temptation to write to you, but I'm getting sick of waiting. You don't seem like one to ignore people...and maybe I'm not someone you like, but I just want to read your letters, trace the dark, bold ink with my finger. Realising you touched the crimpled paper, held it in your hands for a few seconds, hours maybe, thinking of what to write. Your eyes, concentrated, bright as you re-read it. That's just how I imagine you, anyway. How I would like to meet you, see you in real life and not just in ink. Hold the hand you use to write with, feel it warm and steady, knowing you try perfect every letter. But I know it will never come true, that this is all some fantasy, that I'm a lonely boy with no loving parents and no way of living life to it's best. How I could be free with you Katniss.
Won't you be free with me?
From Just Peeta
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Dear Katniss
FanfictionPeeta Mellark is a depressed boy with a touch of coldness. Katniss Everdeen is an alive girl with a passion of life. When Peeta sends Katniss a letter, seeking for someone to make him feel like he's not alone, she replies the next day. Through their...
